Dust.

My brother Adam and I attended an Ash Wednesday service tonight. I love Lenten music—all the sharps—and the ashes. You are dust and to dust you shall return. Some people find our impermanence unsettling, but I find it reassuring. For everything that happens to us in this life, however wonderful or terrible, our entire lives are just the briefest flicker. We return to dust.

Sitting in Church, I was also thinking about one of my main hopes/fears about organized religion. If God turns out to be just an invention of the human mind, I hope that we can say that everything we did in the name of religion was also in the service of humanity and our planet. It saddens and sickens me to see people fall back on religion to wage war, defend intolerance and inhumanity, excuse hateful attitudes and behaviors, and justify the exploitation of our natural resources. So often religion seems to turn people cruel and rigid. I wish that we could say—God or no god—that our religious beliefs make us kinder to one another and more mindful stewards of our planet.